Monday morning, got my boots on My checkbook me that my money is gone Got a honey depending on me To her to town at the end of the week We'll find a parking spot so we can As as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chilly cheese dog at the lane I'm still a-working on that game Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes it around her when the good part comes
I may look like an old But I'm a roller with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good I just gotta stay above that poverty Food on the table, roof head Leave to my young ones When I wind up
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun Take this job and it son I keep it to myself I gotta get paid And dance with my at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're doing sound Why you give me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty Food on the table, roof head Leave something to my ones I wind up dead
You never what life will throw at you next I'm counting the days till my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting the days till my Friday paycheck
I gotta get my hands on that Friday
Paycheck, paycheck to get that Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that paycheck
Ooh, gotta get that Friday I've been on that whistle Waiting on the all day long Friday paycheck, paycheck
Gots to get that paycheck Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get that Friday Paycheck, paycheck